[color=silver]The door was locked.

[i]Of course[/i] the door was locked - his luck would've had it no other way. Man, he must've pissed Lady Luck off somethin' fierce at some point. Probably at Jacob's party. All the bad things in his life traced back to Jacob's party. Tequila was the devil.

A few more tugs, [i]just in case,[/i] and Duncan had to concede defeat. He retracted his hand, subconsciously stuffing it into his pocket in search for a familiar pack. The craving was becoming unbearable, and it made him restless.

[color=0099aa]"Yep," [/color]he confirmed airily, [color=0099aa]"it's locked a'ight."[/color]

He'd just managed to pull out a cig when Pebs joined him, her tone suggesting she had a plan. Equal parts surprised and curious, Duncan took a step aside to let her pass. He wasn't really sure what he expected her to do - but [i]knocking[/i] on the door was certainly not it.

He blinked. [color=0099aa]"Hey, uh," [/color]Duncan hesitated on how to word his confusion. Was... was she trying to get someone to come and open it or somethin'? Yeah, that was [i]one [/i]way to get a locked door open, but.... [color=0099aa]"You know, I doubt anyone's gon-"[/color]

Before he could finish and make a total fool out of himself, Pebs spoke up, almost as if able to read his mind. God, she [i]better [/i]not be able to read his mind. He didn't really get her explanation, but the girl sounded like she knew what she was doing, so Duncan trusted her and waited. It felt a little absurd, standing there with an unlit cigarette in some creepy-ass room, watching a girl essentially communicate with a door through knocks.

Least he'd have a story to tell.

With her deed done, she went on to explain the make up of the door. Plywood, cardboard, no substance-- Duncan nodded along slowly, until the magic words hit him.

[i]Break it down.[/i]

A knowing grin spread on the athlete's face. [color=0099aa]"[i]Now [/i]we're talking."[/color]

He slid his bag off his shoulder and dropped it on the ground, taking a step back towards Pebs and the door. [color=0099aa]"Right, you may wanna stand back a bit." [/color]Duncan did a few quick stretches while waiting for her to move to safety, pulled back his leg - and then leaned his weight down to aim a kick near the door's handle.[/color]

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Gumption 2, rolled a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14305]7[/url].[/sup][/right]